The Winner's Circle

As they round the last corner The crowd goes wild But all the horse hears Is the soft voice Telling it to go faster And all that it feels Is the loose flying dirt And the man on its back Urging it forward Pass one and another They move up to the front Over the finish line they go A tug on the reins The horse slows down A bouquet of roses is placed Around the sturdy neck And as the trophy is given All the jockey remembers Is the wonderful ride And the hooves of thunder